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Coats of Gold

Nick Talwar

Dew coats tomorrow with yesterday’s gold.

Down sits tonight with fresh embalmed rain,

Now come days with every dream foretold.

Youth’s shiny tricycle passes, quickly sold.

Only to return in reverse as a rolling cane,

Dew coats tomorrow with yesterday’s gold.

It seems, back then, days were cold.

One lacked maturity; one learned by pain.

Now come days with every dream foretold.

Past laughter frozen in delicate mold,

Once released, keeps tomorrow sane.

Dew coats tomorrow with yesterday’s gold.

Experience colors hands that hold:

Every ambition, every wanted reign,

Now come days with every dream foretold.

A lullaby, sung for baby, will cajole

An adult, tonight, on future’s windowpane.

Dew coats tomorrow with yesterday’s gold;

Now come days with every dream foretold.